Qian Po Cangqiong! (Over 700 Words Short of Three Chapters, Thanks to "Zhai Cai" for the Silver Alliance Donation)

Looking at the vast flood of red packets soaring upwards, then at the asset figures plunging in a straight line, Fu Ji felt nothing but unbearable heartache and misery. She could not help shouting in Zhang Yu's mind, "Zhang Yu! Stop throwing money away already! Can't we really break through the sky dome ourselves?" Zhang Yu knew Fu Ji was not unaware of the answer, because she had been by his side through every attempt. She had watched him try to break through the sky dome alone after it was sealed, and watched him painstakingly devise every measure of the Heaven-Breaking Plan.

Fu Ji was simply in too much pain, too miserable, and could not help questioning Zhang Yu again.

Zhang Yu understood how Fu Ji felt, because even he was deeply shaken as he watched his assets burn away at a mad pace.

So, facing Fu Ji's question, Zhang Yu replied quietly, as though answering both Fu Ji and himself, "Fu Ji, have you forgotten? The moment the sky dome was sealed again, we tried... It didn't work."

"The difficulty of forcibly breaking the sky dome has become greater, and even if I force it open, it will repair itself. My body cannot withstand the sky dome's backlash for long, and I'll draw attention too..."

Zhang Yu recalled that secret attempt. He had sensed a terrifying aura locking onto him from above the sky dome. Looking back now, it had likely been Fu Xiantian.

"On my own, how many people and things can I bring up there? It won't change the course of the battle."

Fu Ji cried, "Do we really have to rely on so many people? Aren't Ten Thousand Methods' own people enough? Aren't the Ten Schools enough?"

"They aren't enough, Fu Ji..." Zhang Yu said calmly.